A guide explaining "The Judgmentless Execution of the Moorish King" (bad translation mine) to schoolchildren.
I think the title of this sculpture was "I have nothing to wear today!"
You can try to capture the early evening moon, but it's never quite right.
at Brasserie Lipp. I appreciated how well-lit so many of the restaurants were. People go out in Paris--much more than in other gloomier, less social, less glamorous places that shall go unnamed but where even the pubs close at 11 as if that's any way to live--to see and be seen, and that peskily romantic dim lighting--used in lands where people don't know romance from their asses and rely on tired old gimmicks from outdated American rom-com's because if they're going to be hopelessly awkward socially and not know how to dress or get their teeth fixed or talk to women, the only chance they have is in impaired visibility--just doesn't work.
St. Chappelle. of course.
